Ziva stood in the middle of a baseball field and gazed at the clock on the big screen. She sighed and lifted her weight from one leg to another. She was getting anxious, because he was late.

"I'm so terribly sorry!" he finally arrived breathing heavily.

"Twenty-five minutes, DiNozzo! You are twenty-five minutes late!" Ziva frowned and crossed her arms to her chest.

Tony walked to her and grinned, "I'm sorry."

"Where were you?" she asked.

He caught his breath again and coughed, "I was with Gibbs."

Ziva narrowed her eyes, "Why?"

"He wanted to talk to me," Tony said and coughed, "Oh God, I can't breathe, I need to sit," he said and sat down on the grass.

Ziva sat down next to him, "What did he want to talk about?"

Tony gazed at her quickly, "He wanted to know where I was going and what was I doing."

"Did you tell him?"

"No, I lied. I told I was going home," Tony shook his head, "I don't want to lie to him, Ziva."

"I know," she said and moved a little closer to him, "And you know, that he already knows about this, whether you lie or not."

Tony nodded absently, "Yeah."

"Should we tell him?" Ziva asked and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"What is there to tell?" Tony asked and stretched his legs.

"That we are...," she tried to find the right words, "That we are like, um…"

"Together?" Tony tried to find her lost words.

"Are we?" she asked and made him shrug.

"I don't know what are we."

"Tony… I can't call you my boyfriend, even if you are one, I just can't. You are not my boyfriend, you are Tony DiNozzo, my…" Ziva frowned and tried to find adjective to describe her relationship with him.

"Partner in crime?" Tony suggested.

She chuckled, "That is good."

"And don't forget the benefits," he reminded and stood up.

"How could I?" she asked. He reached his hand to her and she grabbed it. He pulled her up and close to him.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Tony whispered and kissed her hair.

Ziva tilted her head and smiled. She looked at his green eyes and leaned against him to press a kiss to his lips.

The butterflies in his stomach sprouted their wings and flew – like every time she kissed him. It was a nice feeling. And the feeling of having someone this close was maybe quite new, but it didn't stop amazing them both.

Ziva smiled between the kisses and held on tight. Tony pulled her as close as he could and breathed in her scent.

"Ziva…" he parted from her and looked deep into her eyes.

"Yes?" she asked closely and felt the amazing and whole feeling inside of her.

"Wanna learn how to hit?" he asked and nodded to the baseball bat lying on the ground.

She laughed out a little bit and nodded, "Show me."

Tony ran to get the bat and practiced few swings, before he told her to pitch. She laughed when she threw the ball at him and he missed.

"Come one! You're from Mossad, you can kill someone with practically anything, but you can't throw a ball?" He asked as he threw the ball back to her for another try.

Ziva couldn't stop laughing when she threw again, but this time he managed to hit it. Tony jumped a little bit and yelled out of excitement.

"Did you see that? Must be some kind of a record!" he said and walked to her.

She smiled at his enthusiasm as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her hair and pointed to the screen, "Maybe we'll get a score."

Ziva turned her gaze to the huge screen at the other end of the field. She couldn't describe the happiness inside of her, when she saw the words forming to the screen;

I love you.

Tony stepped beside her and held her tight, "What do you think?"

Ziva turned to him and smiled, trying to cover the tears in the corner of her eyes and kissed him, "Highest score ever."

totally pointless, random idea once again. but i needed to write something fluffy.
don't own ncis and hope you tried to enjoy.

- L